Lyric I Don t Have To Sing The Blues

I ve got this good lookin woman back home, let me tell ya
She cooks good and she looks good, and she just can t do no wrong.
She cooks me cornbread in the morning, she s my dinner and my midnight snack.
She sits up and she begs, and she even rolls over on her back.


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Please don t tell me that s the way that it goes, cause I ve tried hard and I know.
I ain t been playin in your back yard, cause I got my baby and she loves me so.


She don t treat me mean, and she loves my machine, yeah.
I digs her cause she s funky, and she sure keeps it clean, now.
I m a loafer, she s my chauffeur, and she sure likes to drive me, uh-huh.
I lay my life on the line, and she steps right up besides me, yeah.


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I don t have to sing the blues no more.
A girl like mine is hard to find for sure.
She lays it on me each and every night.
She s my pleasure and my world s delight.


I don t have to sing the blues no more.
A girl like mine is hard to find for sure.
She lays it on me each and every night.
She s my pleasure and my world s delight.